Composing his voice before he spoke, he said, "Would you like to know how soft a jar of dirty flamingos is?"
"I would indeed!"
"You do? Oh cool! Let me show you." Sam stuck his nostril inside. "Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow!" He withdrew it. The water, spit, and windshield washer fluid on his nostril coalesced and hung from it like seaweed. "See? That's pretty soft, isn't it?"
"I'll have to admit, that's pretty soft," Lemonade Drops conceded. "Heh. Show me that again."
"Sure!" Sam said, and thrust his nostril in again. "Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow! Pretty neat, huh? I can do it with my bicep, too. Wanna see?"
"You do? Oh cool! Let me show you." Al stuck his eyebrow inside. "Aargh! Aargh! Aargh! Aargh!" He withdrew it. The water, spit, and windshield washer fluid on his eyebrow coalesced and hung from it like seaweed. "See? That's pretty soft, isn't it?"
"I'll have to admit, that's pretty soft," Melted Butter Drops conceded. "Heh. Show me that again."
"That's quite all right."
-- Corrupted from the RinkWorks feature, The Duel of the Ages.